"A bit." She's downplaying the severity. I can see the truth in her face and the way she cautiously moves.
"I'm sorry you're not feeling good, baby. Let me help you with those cramps." I use the remote to turn off the lights—high tech, I know—and soon a classic cartoon lights up the room. Time for the Amos Special. My body temperature has always been on the higher side, so I know the heat of my hands will feel good against her pelvis.
One thing, though...
Mouth to her ear, I whisper, "Forgetting something?" My lips curl up at her shiver. "I know you just sleep in your panties. Don’t change that on my account. In fact, I insist. Let me help you."
She freezes, not resisting but not helping, either, as I lift her tank over her head. Sneaky girl clutches the sheet to her chest.
"Don’t worry, kitten. I’ve seen you before. Notgonnado anything but try to help you feel better.S’okay. Lean back now. Good girl. Justgonnaput my hands right here on top of the sheet. They’re nice and warm and should help, just like a heating pad would." Mom always loved it when Dad took care of her like this.
It’s hard not to tease her breasts through the thin material, but I told her I wouldn’t. I’m a man of my word. And a big man, at that. I tend to forget how much of a giant I am, but seeing my hands completely cover Mercy’s stomach and then some, the realization of how tiny she is compared to me hits me. I may use forceful seduction, but I’ll need to ensure it’s not too hard. I could never live with myself if I hurt my sweet Mercy.
I leave my palms on her, letting the soothing heat transfer, then gently palpate before rotating and massaging another area. It must work, because after about ten minutes, she slowly gives me more and more of her body weight until she’s resting fully against me. I don’t even bother hiding my triumphant smile. She can’t see it anyway.But I make sure to nuzzle her temple with a rewarding kiss.
After five more episodes, my kneading declines, and I let my hands just rest on her soft stomach. I could seriously fall asleep right now. In fact, I think Mercydidfall asleep. Probably still feeling the residual effects of the sedative. Hopefully it'll all be gone completely tomorrow and she can get her sleep schedule back on track.
Quietly, I turn the tv off and curl on one side, taking her with me. My little spoon. I couldn't ask for a better ending to her first day here. My arms wrap around her, my bicep her pillow. With my hand resting against her belly to keep the pain at bay, I link my free fingers with hers. My sweet Mercy's chest cradles my forearm, and my cock nestles between her ass cheeks.
If we weren't both so exhausted, I'd teach her more about what her body can do. Instead, I close my eyes and think about her next lesson.
After all, tomorrow is another day.
Chapter ten
Mercy
Thisisthethirdtime I've woken up in this bed. The second day I've been in Amos's house. The first time I've questioned how I truly feel about my situation. The tiniest part of me is amazed at the astonishing success of his plan. I mean, I'm here, just like he wanted. There's also the person I keep hidden from everyone—the abandoned orphan no one ever wanted to keep. That part of me is so hungry for love and attention.
When I remember I asked him to watchcartoonslast night, embarrassment floods through me and makes me want to curl up and die. I’m a grown woman, for crying out loud! I can only blame it on these stupid period hormones, my oversharing tendency, and this crazy situation I've found myself in.
I wasn't lying, though, about my foster parents. Multiple foster parents. Every child deserves the love and acceptance that a family can bring, and though I'm an adult now, the wounded girl inside me still craves that affection and fondness from someone. A family of my own. I just always thought it would be on my own terms.
And then the logical part of my brain tells me this is insane. The night he abducted me, I'd whined and cried about how something had to change. Well, somethingchanged, all right. But how can I give myself to someone who's torn me from the life I created?
Sure, it may have been a lonely life, but it was mine.Mine. Am I supposed to let him pressure me into marrying him? Just roll over and spread my legs any time he wants, spit out his babies that I don't even know if my body can create... Or should I try to escape? At the very least, I should look for my cell phone. If it's even here. But how to get away from him long enough to call for help? He keeps me practically attached to his hip every moment.
And if everyone believes his story about me moving out ofstate for another job, then he has successfully erased my existence in Providence Falls with a mere handful of words. No one knows to look for me. He's potentially made me disappear without atrace,my entire life erased from existence. And why would anyone question it? They didn’t bat an eye at the three previous receptionists leaving them without a word, so why wouldn’t they do the same with me?
I'd told myself yesterday that I would play along, keep him happy so he wouldn't hurt me, but I’m the one that wound up getting played. My captor made me orgasm, and I liked it. It felt good. Too good. I feel betrayed by my body, because it was at war with my mind and my body won. And not only did he make me feel things against my will, he also forced me to make him orgasm. I…I don't know what to think.
I must admit, though—my first night sleeping snuggled in someone's arms and I can't deny that I do feel wanted. It might be a mentally insane man wanting me, but at leastsomeonedoes. But will he still want me when he learns that I may not be able to give him children? He dug around enough in my house to figure out I take prescription meds. Does he know what I'm taking them for?
Gah! Why would I even care about him knowing? It's not as if I'm going to go along with this, right? Shouldn't I fight more than two days before giving up? I'd be betraying the entire female gender if I let him do what he wants with no fight.
Just because I was secretly harboring a crush on him doesn’t mean I wanted him to kidnap me and have his way with me. Regardless of the fact that I spent way too much time at work daydreaming about him. And do I even want Amos to take my virginity? Heaven knows there'll be no getting away from him after that.
But he also hasn't raped me. He'd said my first time wouldn't be when I'm on my period. And the way he massaged away my period cramps last night?
I'm conflicted. It's not the snap decision I thought it would be.
As if he heard my thoughts, his warm lips drag over my naked shoulder. "Morning, baby girl," he mumbles, giving me the gentlest of squeezes. Good Lord, his morning voice is so rough. Almost as gravelly as when he issued those commands to me last night.Wash me, Mercy."Sleep good?"
Just like that, my wariness comes back as I wrap my arms around my chest. Much easier to talk a brave game than it is to act it out. "Yes, thank you. I need to go to the bathroom."
"Me, too. Let's go. We should probably get up, anyway. You want anything special for breakfast?"
In the bathroom...together? Umm, not exactly what I had in mind. I pee like a horse first thing in the morning. Not to mention I have my tampon issue to deal with. "Uhh, not really. But can I go first? I'll be quick. Plus, you know..."
